Madame Macarbe - The Pianist (W.D.F cover) | Текст песни

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not long ago and not far away
occurred such a sad display
One lonely man sought a pretty girl
and he made a trade that changed his whole world
she was a fair lovely thing of grace
won his heart with her pretty little face
But her love could only be won by
Sweet melodies that could make the heart cry

But no matter how hard he tried
His melodies they never cried
Time went on; he got desperate for a fix
scared her heart was won by another man's tricks

And then the thunder rolled and the lights went dim
and she stood before him
Her claws outstretched to strike
up a binding contract and the lightning cracked
Give up your soul mortal man
and that pretty little thing will be in your hand
Just sign the dotted line and I'll make you shine
it will last for all time

Just days passed by and how rumors fly
about the man with the golden song
sweet little thing came to hear his notes ring
it seemed as though not a thing could go wrong
he poured his heart into every key
played to set all his deepest wishes free
and at the end how the crowd went mad
seemed as though her love he finally had

But their happiness would not last
the lives of many neighbors passed
it seemed like anyone who'd seen his show
would fall gravely ill and the reaper would mow

And then the thunder rolled and the lights went dim
and she stood before him
Her claws outstretched to strike
down his crying protests and then she confessed
You stupid things never read
clearly stated that your lovely music makes their hearts bleed
you signed the dotted line and I made you shine
and this lasts for all time

All is lost for the young and eager
or that's how the story goes
but I won't go down without a fight
so I'll join her stalking in the night

And then the thunder rolled and the lights went dim
and she stood beside him
Their claws outstretched to strike
out and hunt and attack and the skies went black
This curse is like a disease
and we'll work in unison to go plant those seeds
Just sign the dotted line and we'll make you shine
it will last for all time

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